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In search of authenticity that is a lot of artificiality.

It’s Sheen’s ability to humanise the brilliant-yet-volatile legend that hits the back of the net hardest.

For the most part it’s a clever, solid script with a quirky take on the femme fatale role.

Donkeys is an interesting experiment. But its script is patchy, and at times strands the excellent performances in a wasteland of poorly defined relevance.

If the truth of Her Majesty's Pleasure is a kick in the balls, or a blade in the back, you may be excused for thinking that you have been here before.

What rescues A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints from bland conventionality is Montiel's bravura approach to direction.

Robert Carlyle's directorial debut adapts Douglas Lindsay's novel detailing the life and crimes of Barney Thomson with real panache and wit.

Both compelling and haunting.

Beyond simple voyeurism there's really no reason to care.

The film makes no compromises to its audience.

For a debut this shows impressive grasp of a variety of locations, even that whole 'children and animals' thing.

It is a well-observed portrait of the family ties that bind, but with insufficient narrative development to justify its length.

Ultimately, SoulBoy is a strange, lifeless work.

Laverty's script is so bare of sentiment, it hurts.

The trans-European train on which the film's sections unfold is the perfect setting for such a synergistic venture.

True North is an unremittingly grim and claustrophobic portrayal of life in desperate circumstances, but it's engagingly told, threaded through with humour, and it makes for compulsive viewing.

And while horror fans expecting gore and outrage may leave disappointed, those who like a decent ghost yarn and have a soft-spot for flares are in for a guilty pleasure.

It makes a nice change to see a low budget British flick actually making a fist of it.